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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
MALCOLM STUART FEELS IT WAS ALL A DREAM
Just as I finished recording my de
cision of returning to Dick to "start
a kindergarten," Malcolm Stuart was
announced and I went down to. dine
All at once Lfound I was very hun
gry and I remembered I had eaten
nothing since' yesterday, at noon, be
fore I met Pat and Alice at the sta
Little book, I have lived years since
then so many, many years since
yesterday that I rather expected to
see myself wrinkled and gray. When
I looked into my dressing table mir
ror I was very much surprised that I
could .still smile.
"Here comes the little Lady Salvia
again," Malcolm Stuart said as I
stepped out of the elevator. "Do you
know, Margie, you are a constant
surprise to me. This morning out
there on the pier you were like a
pale wraith of unhappiness, your
eyes the somber pools of agony, your
mouth the stiffened line of despair.
- "Tonight you come With all 'the
glorious color that I love in your
eyes and on your upturned smiling
lips. Surely, fair lady, you must have
been acting then or you are simulat
ing that which you are not now."
"Think what you will, gentle sir,"
I returned, dropping a faint curtsey,
"but a woman is not very apt to act
when she imagines she is about to
solvethe great secret to embark
on the great adventure."
"Then it was premeditated and not
a sudden impulse. Shame on you,
Margie. Where is your courage?"
"This morning it had gone flying
away where I could not reach it, but
I think tonight it. has come back tb
nestle in my heart. Lwas acting
neither then nor now. This morning
the world seemed something to lose
at any cost; tonight it seems some
thing to hold at whatever price."
"Margie," he said, as I began to
eat my melon with splendid and ap
preciative appetite, "I think it is
harder to hold our possessions than
it is to compass our desires. Most of
us do not realize we must hoard with
the. closest care everything we wish'
to keep. Sometimes I think that is
the reason why some of us find an
ticipation greater than realization.
We bring every gift of imagination
to enhance our anticipations. ' We
overturn ouf lives, our world, to
make them come true, and then we
sit back and accept the realization
in a kind of apathetic calm that takes
all the joy out of it
"But you, my dear little lady, in
the unexpectedness of your welcome
make anticipation very cold and
strange. I feel tonight as I sit here
and look across ,this softly-lighted,
flower-bedecked table as thought I
had been having a bad dream, that
no woman could possibly want to die
as 11 o'clock in the morning and in
the evening enjoy artichoke Hollan
daise with the gusto you are now."
"You have notvrealized the full ca
pacity of human motive yet, Mr.
"Is that an intimation that I must
call you Mrs. Waverly?" he inter
rupted. "No, all my friends call me Margie
and I can Hardly refuse the savior of
my life the privilege of calling me by
any name he wishes, can I?"
"Thank you, dear little Lady Sal
via," he saiS fervently. "What would
you think of me, I wonder, if I told
you the name I wish to call you I
have never voiced even to myself?"
"Goodness, is it as terrible as
that?" I asked.
"Quite," was his laconic and most
(To Be Continued.)
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